Showing posts with label homoerotica. Show all posts
Showing posts with label homoerotica. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Homoeroticism in Tennis

As you are aware, I'm busy watching the Australian Open instead of doing my homework. Am currently watching a match with Roger Federer (ranked number 2 in the world, former number 1 for three years) and the commentators have begun their usual homoerotic commentary. Not that there's anything wrong with homoeroticism but it's borderline creepy when it's used to describe tennis players on TV. Allow me to transcribe two discussions that just happened about Roger Federer pictured below:




Commentator #1: I see Federer has a new outfit - a royal purple colour.
Commentator #2: Looks good. Well, he looks good in any colour really.

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Commentator #1: I don't think people realize how big these tennis players are in real life. I'm sitting courtside and I can really appreciate how big Federer is. Don't you think?

Commentator #2: Oh, definitely. Federer is listed as 6"1 but he looks much bigger than that when you're sitting near the court. I guess that's part of The Master's image.


I should also mention that in addition to "The Master", Federer is also referred to as "The Maestro" and "The Swiss Maestro." Cringing yet? This is almost as bad as when the commentators were talking about how hard Rafael Nadal's back muscles felt when one of them put his arm around him while having his photo taken. Granted, some of these men are so beautiful, it's not surprising that otherwise straight men are checking them out.

*************************Update*****************************

Roger Federer's new nickname is apparently 'The Velvet Sledgehammer'. This might be a new low, please read an excerpt from a news article describing Federer's win over Del Potro:

"You cannot blame Juan Martin Del Potro for looking shell-shocked after taking a beating at the gifted hands of Roger Federer. Playing the Swiss on the sort of form he showed in dispatching Del Potro 6-3 6-0 6-0 en route to the semifinals must be like being beaten up by an assailant in velvet gloves, whose every punch comes in the form of a caress - but is none the less brutal for it."